A dinner can be many things.
Clearly it fills a functional need because we must eat to live and sometimes (maybe too often) that’s more or less all dinner gets to be. Too many people seem to lead busy, busy lives that don’t create a space for what we know dinner can and should be…
- It can be a family or community ritual.
- It can be a special occasion, celebratory thing.
- It can be a manifestation of our cultural identity (as discussed in Tangled Noodle’s thoughtful posts on ethnicity and food identity, which you can read here).
And it can be a way of saying things without words.
Where would we be without the humble cheese toastie?
My own modest mini-marrow
Q. So when is a courgette not a courgette? A. When it grows up and becomes a marrow…
This being my first year to grow courgettes, I have watched with great interest the transition from imposing yellow flowers to fledgling courgettes to vegetables of serious marrow proportions (which is exactly what happens when you leave the plants unchaperoned for a few days at the height of a wet summer – now that’ll teach me..). Not that you should necessarily write off overgrown courgettes of course. The unchecked expansion which results in the achievement of marrow status doesn’t do the flavour any favours, but they might win you a prize if that’s your thing…
Keeping an eye on the prize... (image from www.guardian.co.uk)